You’ll never read about him here, the one I’ve loved the most in this world. You are not him. You are a ghost I have been chasing of him for over a decade, never quite measuring up to who he was to me.
He deserves an entire novel, not just some sappy blog post sprinkled among blog posts about my other lovers.
So when you feel special tonight reading about how much you tore my already scarred heart, remember that you were not (and will never be) him.